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So, had my fourth chiropractor appointment this morning. I was totally miserable all night because stretching seemed to make my hip a lot worse. He says I need to sit on a mat when I stretch. So we'll see. Anyway, I feel like the pressure is easing now.

My to-do list is a hundred miles long, as usual. I feel like keeping up with dishes and laundry is a never-ending battle. It's not like this stuff is difficult, I just don't necessarily find it thrilling. And so obviously, choosing to cloth diaper is going to make my life just that much more enjoyable, don't you think?

I never imagined I'd become one of those people who waits till the last day of the month to go for a car inspection. That is so not me.

I think I'm ready for a haircut. If the Ottawa trip is approved, I'll do it there. Maybe a nice Canadian haircut is what I need?

I love that there are forty million fall festivals around here. The calendar is rapidly filling up. There are apple festivals and pumpkin festivals and fiber festivals and tons of fun stuff. I love living here in the fall. Also, knitting makes more sense when it's not 500 degrees.

I feel so sick over this hurricane situation. I am so glad I don't know anyone down there. Although a lot of people I used to work with have a lot of family in New Orleans, and it's all so overwhelming to think about. If it had hit Texas, I would have lost my mind by now.

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My brand new car barely passed state inspection. Because of the tires. In one year we have worn out a new set of tires. Like, to the point of scariness. We're getting a lot of rain from this storm, and now I'm afraid to drive, because I have already hydroplaned one too many times in my life. I'm not taking any chances.

As for driving, I feel it is socially irresponsible to pursue any unnecessary trips. My yoga class is an hour away once a week. I feel like as long as I continue with this habit, I can't make any obnoxious criticisms of morons driving SUVS when all they need to carry around is themselves and their miniature chihuahua. Waste is waste. Probably if you add up the sheer amount of miles I drive, versus the sheer inefficiency of a few miles in a huge SUV, it would be shockingly similar. I want the contrast to be sharp, and in my favor. Oil is not going to last forever, people. We should all be doing what we can. Plan where you're going before you leave the house, combine your errands in an efficient way, and don't drive if there are acceptable alternatives available to you. One day we're all going to be using trains and buses. Might as well get used to it now. I'm hoping that the next place we move to has a good public transportation system like Boston, or like anywhere in Europe.

As for doing our bit, as noble as it probably is for all these people in the various knitting communities to try to organize groups to knit things for hurricane victims, I doubt those people down there are extremely concerned with how many wool hats they have right now. Think about it, and put your time/money where it counts. Donate to the Red Cross, volunteer if you're there, do something more tangible. It frustrates me when people are so wrapped up in the things they do that they don't see there are more practical things that can be done.

I was about to start whining about how we have more expenses than income and how we can never seem to get ahead (needing new tires now, and endless necessary baby stuff), but that seems like nothing considering we have a roof over our heads, and aside from job insecurity, our future is not really bleak. Things will sort themselves out.

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Okay, so I have two loads of laundry going, all the ingredients for dinner are sitting out waiting for me, and the car is inspected. Now all I have to do that's really pressing is watch a video and take it back to the library before I get charged a fine.

I talked to my mom earlier and she said the people in the Superdome are being bused to the Astrodome. And then what? If I had TV I'd probably have had it on all day watching this stuff, and I have mixed feelings about that. I've long operated under the somewhat more comfortable decree that ignorance is generally bliss, but I get that squirmy irresponsible feeling when I think about it too much. Someone told my mom, Just be glad it wasn't you. She equates that to Just be thankful it was someone else. Yeah, that's the spirit.

Last night I was looking at our pictures from when we were in NOLA late last year. I vaguely recall making some crack about Sodom and Gomorrah, as we attempted to drive down Bourbon Street that night. Well, people, NOW is the time to break out the booze and delusions of reality. Hope you saved some.